Stories

The end of the last working day of the week. It's raining. The raindrops fall tremendously all around me, in a hurry, and my friend... seems to be late. As usual. People are rushing here and there, trying to take shelter wherever possible, as in a late struggle for survival. 

I delude myself, however, that it is a suitable time for a meeting with an old friend. Even if he has the bad habit of always being late!

I do not wait any longer and I go inside (I'm tired to useless treat my excess of punctuality). 

I’m divorcing. That's it... I chose wrong, it did not work, we're sick of each other and as two grown wise human beings (I’m deceiving myself, the fact that we got married shows me we weren’t quite smart), well... we decided to split up. I say “to split up” because the shock of the word “divorce” seemed too hard to bear.